Chapter 1.
The iconic smoking chimneys of the Welsh foundry subconsciously drew Ally's attention as he slowed his van to stare in disbelief at the familiar entrance gates, struggling to comprehend how they would never welcome him again. His head, locked in a daze, overwhelmed with memories, emotions and shattered ambitions, trying to comprehend how quickly his way of life had abruptly ended.
Ally struggled to free his mind of the constant punishment, aimed solely in his own direction, for the stupidity of been caught in such a compromising situation, where he'd lost all sense of reality at his place of work and tied her arms behind her back.
Work colleagues Ally and Sarah regretted not meeting each other sooner in life, years before, at a time where they would most certainly have formed a relationship together.
Neither person had actually yet married but both had pledged commitments to their own respective partners.
People at work noticed their flirting but turned a blind eye, commenting only behind their backs, amid the fear of repercussions from any mindless gossip or offensive accusations concerning the two.
Already a mother Sarah took pride in her fitness never the less, dressing for work like a fashionable teenager and never failing to draw attention to herself with her cut short pink high visibility vest whenever she strutted her hips across the factory floor.
Likewise, the well sculpted physique of Ally, with a hint of his fathers North African skin tone and his welsh mothers straight hair, also turned the heads, but those heads of the opposite sex.
A comment from Jill, one of Sarah's jealous co-workers once said that she would ensure that Ally would never have to masturbate if he were her partner. However, whilst ever Sarah remained on the scene, Jill wouldn't get so much as a glance from Ally, a fact which drove a rift between the two office girls.
Friday before the seventy year anniversary of the foundry, boosted moral for Ally and Sarah as they both looked forward to attending the company party alone, due to their partners having other commitments and unable to attend.
Sarah and Ally were like inseparable children all morning. He found any little excuse for entering the administration office and her, similar petty reasons for visiting the shop floor on many unnecessary occasion.
Just before lunch, Ally broke the unwritten rule and asked Sarah to meet him on the top floor of the factory, in a disused office area, temporarily abandoned due to a leaking roof.
With no way of rejecting his advances she nervously headed upstairs at the beginning of her lunch hour, having every intention of calming down their situation.
Ally heard one of the double doors swing open which formed the entrance to the disused offices at the top of the stairs, announcing Sarah's arrival.
She laughed as Ally took a single daisy flower from above his ear and presented it to her when she entered the room. Reaching for the romantic gesture she noticed a bottle of white wine and two plastic cups on a desk just behind him.
"This isn't a good idea." She told him.
"I know." he replied. "But I have to see you." "I can't not do this."
"I know Ally. I feel the same about you but I have a child to consider." She explained. "I can't go sleeping around behind my boyfriends back. It's not fair."
Ally stood up close to her and mumbled, "Who said anything about sleeping?"
His little finger of one hand stroked her hair back behind her ear. His other hand then took the daisy from her and tucked it into her hair, above where his finger had just arranged.
Sarah tried to reason with Ally. "We both know what's going to hap... mmm." He broke her off with a kiss mid-sentence.
She didn't fight it. Instead she flung her arms up behind his back and pulled his chest towards her. His arms hugged her shoulders taking care not to squeeze too hard.
The kiss and embrace lasted minutes before it broke, only to be repeated over and over again each time one of them attempted a guilty separation.
"Someone's pleased to see me." she said pushing herself against the bulge in the front of his trousers, pressing for her own sexual satisfaction.
"I'm bursting." He replied. "Don't you feel the same?"
"Something like that." She confessed. "I'll bet you don't have any protection do you?"
"Shit, no I haven't." he said, initiating another round of kissing.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"Well I'm going to mess up my work pants if I'm not careful so we have to do something."
"Not here." She told him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I don't want another child. That's why."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to restrain me then." He said play acting by putting his hands straight down by his sides and waddling around in a circle on his feet like a penguin without the use of his arms.
"Maybe I will." She replied with a raised eyebrow. "You have a kinky side do you?"
"Don't you?" he asked.
"Not really. No." she said.
"You mean you've never done any role playing like being tied up?" he pressed her further for an admission.
"No." she laughed. "Never."
"You're joking." He said in amazement. "You must have been tied up with a skipping rope, as a girl, when you were playing with other kids."
"No. Never. Why, something wrong with that?"
He stepped back and had a glance around the abandoned office. "Yes! You've no idea what you've been missing."
"What you talking about?" she asked.
Amongst other discarded rubbish he spotted a part used roll of brown box sealing tape laying down on the floor against one of the walls.
'Perfect' he thought. Within seconds he'd picked it up and held it in front of her.